Page 9 of Fired Up By the Mountain Man (Fall for a Mountain Man #1)
Erika
Wrapped up in blankets, my head resting on Carter's bare chest, his arm around me as we look up to the stars above. This place, this moment in time feels perfect and I will saviour this forever.
Snuggling against him he gives me a little squeeze and plants a kiss on top of my head. “I’m glad you came back to town Erika.”
“Does this make me a firefighter groupie too?” I say it with a laugh but there is an unasked question.
Carter moves us so we are both on our side, face to face, his look serious. “This isn’t just a fling for me. I want us to be together. I want to make love to you every night. Introduce you to my family. The whole happily ever after thing.”
And then, for the first time, Carter looks a little unsure of himself. Holding himself very still he reaches up and runs his thumb across my bottom lip.
“Is that what you want too?”
I can feel my heart beating loudly in my chest. Blinking back at him I can’t believe this is real. But caught up in my own whirl of emotions I forget to answer him and he sits up uncomfortably.
I throw myself at him. Mushing our lips together in a kiss while grinning. Happier than I ever thought I could be.
“Oh Carter. Yes. That’s what I want. When I came to town I didn’t know what I wanted but I know it now. I want this. I want you. Everything. The whole happily ever after thing.”
He kisses me hard. His arms around me so tight I let out a little happy squeal. We can’t stop kissing and laughing and touching. And since we are already naked it doesn’t take long for things to heat up between us.
A little while later, both sated and out breathing returned to normal, I once again settle next to Carter with a contented sigh.
His body pressed against mine. I run my finger tips over his arms. His chest. Just loving being able to touch him.
Likewise he is gently touching me. His fingers linger on my fairy tattoo.
“Tell me about the fairies?” He asks.
I give a little shrug. “When I was young I used to think there were fairies and goblins and all sorts of things. I lived in my own little world full of wonderful creators. But I don’t believe in that stuff anymore.”
He gives me a heart melting smile. Gentle he strokes my cheek with his knuckles. “You were out in the forest dancing naked around candles. Something tells me that you do still believe in fairies.”
I laugh. “You don’t think it’s weird?”
“Of course it is. But I like that you’re weird.” He leans in and kisses me softly. This man can make me feel so loved and beautiful. After so many years of not feeling seen. Of trying to fit in and failing. One look from Carter and none of that seems to matter anymore.
“I think…” Carter whispers against my lips between kisses. “I think that you should lean into your weirdness more.”
I lean back, having to put my hands on his chest to stop the kisses for a moment. “What do you mean?”
“Well, we are who we are. As a kid you loved fairies and goblins and all of that. And then you shoved it all down, trying to be someone else. Maybe that’s why you feel you have bad luck. Maybe you just have to be who you want to be and let the rest of the world come to terms with it.”
Carter doesn’t realise how much his words mean to me. It is definitely something to think about. I’ve never felt truly happy before, not since I was little. Maybe Carter is right. I’ve always been too worried about what other people think. Of me, or of my family.
But if Carter loves me for who I am… maybe I should try doing that too.
Right now Carter is making his way down my body.
His hot mouth and tongue on a trail across my breasts.
Over my ribs. His big hands moving over me.
He spends a long time kissing my fairy tattoo.
Maybe I’ll try asking the fairies for help again.
Or maybe they have already helped me out.
And maybe I should concentrate on what Carter is doing as he moves between my legs. His tongue moves across my pussy. Opening me. Entering me. It feels so fucking good. And soon there are no thoughts at all. Just me and Carter and the stars above us.